Hou Xiaochen seemed like a keg of fire powder ready to explode. Fire energy sparked over his body. He could barely keep his impulses in check—he wanted to break a few supernatural locks and execute a premier Arcanus!0

The ministers’ eyes widened with alarm. Hou Xiaochen was showing signs of breaking his locks! Were all Silver Moon martial masters crazy??1

A motionless Hou Xiaochen closed his eyes, his hand gripping his spear. He stood in the void, a myriad of thoughts running through his mind. More than a decade of biding his time, more than a decade of rising and falling with the age…0

None of it ever brought any respect or peace. Those of Silver Moon had been quiet for too long. The most promising member of their younger generation, Li Hao, had been forced to ascend to the supernatural domain while he cowered and pulled his punches…0

Too many thoughts assaulted Hou Xiaochen. Bureaucracy, balance, politics… Repeated withdrawals would likely only bring him the same result as the Steppe Prince. The prince hadn’t even had a chance to unseal himself before he was executed on the spot. Such was the fate of a premier martial...0